It was three in the afternoon and I was helping Rarity and Applejack take down the branches for the upcoming storm, but Rarity insisted it putting the branches back on and making it beautiful. She just finished making one beautiful when I used wind blast to shatter it. She glared angrily at me until she saw me with a death glare that could scare the Outsider.
“Rarity, for the last time, don’t put it back up. If it flies off it could seriously hurt somepony.” I say not hiding my irritation in my voice.
“I know, but why did the Pegasi decide to make it rain today. It would have been a gorgeous day.” She retorted weakly.
“Rarity, the Pegasi forgot the lite shower last week, so there has to be one doozy of a storm today.” Applejack said helping me out.
“Thank you, Applejack. Plus if anypony has to get out here, the strong winds will force off the remaining branches and hit somepony knocking them out, and possibly, give them hypothermia. I, for one, don’t want to get sued because you didn’t take down any branches and only “fixed” them and made them pretty. Do that later.” I say, using to much oxygen for each word. After finishing my explanation, the down pore began. “If I get sued, Rarity, you will pay the fine.” I say non convincingly. She rolls her eyes and try’s to run a way from the rain.
“Over here.” I turn to the noise to see Twilight in the door way of our house. “Come before the storm gets worse.” I do so and the two other follow closely. When I’m in range I use blink to get inside and pull to, quickly, bring the two other mares indoors. “Glad to see you all made it.” I give her a huge, in witch she returns, and a quick kiss.
“Thanks, Twi.” I say. The other two only watch us sharing our affection to one another. Rarity with a little trace of envy and Applejack with happiness.
“Y’all two are perfect for each other.” Applejack said making both of us blush.
“She’s right, darlings. You two are book worms.” Rarity joked.
“I was in a higher grade level than her when I was nine.” I play fully jabbed. She gave me a mock glare.
“Ya, and what grade where you in?” She said playing along.
“Twelfth grade, my love.” I told Twilight once. I never told the others. I didn’t want to intimidate them by my intellect. That’s one reason why I love her. She has enough, if not more, knowledge than me to understand most of the things I say. She even helped me memorize the rest of the periodic table.
She nuzzled my cheek as I just remembered the other two mares. I turned to them to see shocked expressions on them. I was confused to wonder what shocked them. Us sharing affection, or how smart we were. It could be ether, because we broke ponies with both. Before you get the wrong idea we did not have sex. Not at all.
I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water for both mares. I walked back it to see Twilight waving her hand in front of the twos faces. I stopped in front of them and Twilight saw what I was doing. I brought the glasses of water to my waste and flung it forward into their faces. Applejack thanked me and Rarity scolded me. Twilight then decided to have a sleepover. The other two were reluctant to join until they heard the crack of thunder, witch scared them in to doing the sleepover.
I went back into my room and peeked into my closet to see everything that I had in Canterlot in my closet. My eyes rested on the fabric I found a few weeks ago. I told Twilight about it and she unturned told the rest. The Outsider helped Rarity when giving me the suet.
It had black pants and a lavender blazer. The black vest under it only complimented the white button up shirt. What made me instantly like it was when I saw the pockets for my gear. Even the mask. It made me even happier when I recognized it as Corvos dress uniform for the day of Delilah’s invasion.
I look down to see an old box. To the untrained eye that was what I went for, making it look like it was not important, I had all the explosives I made. I chuckled when I remembered what happened when mom found this box and opened it. She was luck I entered before the grenade exploded. She was shock to hear I was making explosives and when she asked why, I only answered with ‘Better have it and not need it than need it and not have it.’
I reached behind it to my box of throwing knives. ‘When I heard about the guards I asked it I could fight one of them. She gave me a worried glance before leading me to the guard training grounds.
I walked up to one of them and asked if I could spar with him. He laughed at me and told me not to worry if I lost. The entire ground went silent when they saw me in the sparing ring.
Most of them laughed and others gave looks of petty. That quickly changed to shock when I extended my sword. I put one my mask and raised my hood. I lunged at him prepared to stab, but he side stepped out the way. He attacked with a clumsy over head swing. I easily parried it. Griping his shield, I slammed my right knee into his face and hearing a sickening crunch as I broke his muzzle. He stumbled back in pain. Acting quickly, I grabbed him by the throat and swiped his legs, making him fall to the ground. I put the right knee on his neck, the left on his right hand with the weapon, and gripping the handle in a reverse grip with my left hand on top of the pommel of the handle with the blade above his heart.
I was panting heavily, letting in the deathly quiet room know I was out I’ve breath. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until the fight ended. I looked up and saw the entire room starting at me in awe. I saw one sentence that stuck with them all, plus the classes, that consisted of the eighth grade or higher, in the room at the time, “You don’t fuck with an assassin!” I yelled. I looked to see the most beautiful mare I saw. That lavender fur I came to love. The rest of that day I spent training with throwing knives. I couldn’t hit the damn target when I was thank of her the entire time. That was the same day I knew that I loved Twilight Sparkle. Love at first sight, you could say.’
I sighed at the memory. She wanted to meet me so bad that she walked away from the group. I had a love struck look on my face as I recalled that memory.
“Remembering anything good, darling?” I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Rarity that said that.
“Just how Twilight and I first met. The same day the current guard captain said hello to my knee.” I said chuckling afterwards. I turned around to see Rarity with a happy smile. She wasn’t fazed at my pore attempt at comity.
“Twilight wanted you to wander if you wanted to play truth or dare?” I gave an affirmative nod. I walk down to see the other two mares on the ground talking.
I walked to the railing and vaulted over it. I landed with a hard thud. The kinetic energy made my feet hurt. I was now kicking myself for not rolling. Twilight sensed it and chuckled cutely.
“Who wants to start first?” The lavender mare asked.
“I guess you should, Twi.” I said after a long pause.
“Okay, John, truth or dare?” She leaned forward to hear my answer, because she was doing this for effect.
“Truth.” I was in fazed with what she was doing.
“What were you doing in your room?”
“Remembering thing.” I said shortly.
“Remembering what?” She leaned in closer.
“How I got my box of throwing knives and when mom found my stash of explosives.” The rest looked shocked. “The box of knives was the same day I met Twilight.”
“I still don’t know how my brother got his muzzle broken.” The other two finally got out of there stupor.
“It in evolved me, your brother, and my knee wanting to meet his face. In laments terms, I kneed him in the face.” Twilight glared at me.
“Well at least I know why now. Plus I know how those scorch marks got out you window.” She looked at me mischievously. “At least I went to go to the dragon.” My anger flared.
“I don’t want to get first degree burns, again. I’m lucky there’s no burn marks on me.” A cross my arms and turn away with a hmph. “That was a painful experience and I try to avoid my incendiary bolts now.” Twilight remembered the incident that happened when I was explaining the bolt. One slipped out my hands and, thankfully, burned the replica of my cloak. I nearly burned to death in front of the entire class.
“Good, don’t want you almost burning to death, again.” She joked.
“I wasn’t the first time I got first degree burns.” They all heard it. Twilight remembered what happened and the other two intrigued. “Applejack, take my turn. I’m no longer in the mood.” I tensed up.
“Okay, sugarcube, but this one is for you.” She said with suspicion. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” I rather do truth than dare right now.
“What do you mean when you said ‘it wasn’t the first time’.” I curled up remembering what happened. My eyes tearing up from remembering the events that transpired.
“I... I don’t want to talk about it. It too painful. Literally and metaphorically.” I felt a lone tear roll down my cheek. “I’m going to bed early. Good night.” I said with a down trotted tone. That month broke me mentally. I can hardly even mention it with out braking into tears. The same day my friends was killed.
I didn’t get any sleep. I heard their events through the walls. The intense pillow fight. Scary stories and how to make s’mores. I didn’t listen that much as when that hell is mentioned I can’t continue for the rest of the day. It was heard to watch what they did, even if they forced my eyes open. What I seen, what I ate will stick with me and torment me for the rest of my life. I wish I stayed ignorant to what transpired that day. After two more hours of them going to sleep I finally followed into the sweet embrace of sleep.
I was strapped to a chair with my hands behind the chair. I felt a tugging on my bindings. The lights flash on and I’m in one of the whale oil facilities. Since we found better ways of power, the old oil facilities are now abandoned and empty. All, but facility A-1, which was filled with thirty-one people. All of them looked at me and my four other captives like a prize. I was fine until I heard that one sentence, which told me I was back in my own personal hell.
“You are the rat that plagued our society, and all those affiliated with a rat should die like one.” I was frightened. Then the familiar torture began. My screams echoed through the large building and others praised it. My suffering was their entertainment. I was their game consult. I was their T.V. The food they fed me was fresh, but I knew what it really was. I felt tugging and a grip on my shoulders.
“John!”
That faint call of my name was heard for a little bit. My screams of anguish drowning them out. It sounds new yet familiar.
“John!”
It was slightly louder, but the pain was worse. I could hear nothing, but own screams and pleading to kill me already.
“John!”
I heard nothing, not my pleads of death or there torture tools ready to tare into my flesh, as I saw two women looking at me in shock. One dark blue with with wings and a horn. The other black with the same extra appendages. They’re holding the same shocked looks just staring at my broken, bruised, and burned body.
I saw the ax raised high above my torturers head, ready to execute me. I only smiled as I finally could get rid of all this pain I feel. The entire signory changed to my bedroom back in Equis. In the land of Equestria. With a mare thinking I’m still asleep. Screaming my name.
“JOHN!!!”